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C. M.

Tin Thee I put my trust,

HOU art my hiding-place, O Lord!

Encouraged by Thy holy word-
A feeble child of dust.

2 I have no argument beside,
I urge no other plea;

And 't is enough the Saviour died,
The Saviour died for me!

3 When storms of fierce temptation beat,
And furious foes assail,

My refuge is the mercy-seat,

My hope within the vail.

4 And when Thine awful voice commands This body to decay,

And life, in its last lingering sands,

Is ebbing fast away;

5 Then, though it be in accents weak, My voice shall call on Thee,

And ask for strength in death to speak, "My Saviour died for me."

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HIS INTERCESSION.

ARISE, my soul, arise,

A Shake off thy guilty fears,

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

2 He ever lives above,

For me to intercede;

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His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, oh, forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die.
4 The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;

He cannot turn away,

Cannot refuse His Son;

His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,

His pard'ning voice I hear:
He owns me for His child,
I can no longer fear;

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And, "Father, Abba Father!" cry.

143 (789).

E lives, the great Redeemer lives,

L. M.

H What joy the blest assurance gives!

And now, before His Father, God,
Pleads the full merit of His blood.

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears,
And justice arm'd with frowns appears;
But in the Saviour's lovely face
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace.

3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing thoughts!
Above our fears, above our faults,
His powerful intercessions rise,
And guilt recedes and terror dies.
4 In ev'ry dark, distressful hour,
When sin and Satan join their power,
Let this dear hope repel the dart,
That Jesus bears us on His heart.
5 Great Advocate, Almighty Friend
On Him our humble hopes depend:
Our cause can never, never fail,
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail.

144.

JESUS, my great High Priest,

Offer'd His blood and died;

My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside.

His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

2 To this dear Surety's hand

Will I commit my cause;

He answers and fulfils

His Father's broken laws.
Behold my soul at freedom set;
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.

3 My Advocate appears

For my defence on high;
The Father bows His ears,

And lays His thunder by.

Not all that hell or sin can say,

Shall turn His heart, His love away.

H M.

4 Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,

I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior power and guardian grace.

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H' atoning work is done,
The Victim's blood is shed,
And Jesus now is gone

His people's cause to plead :

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He stands in heaven their great High Priest,
And bears their names upon His breast.

2 No temple made with hands

His place of service is;
In heaven itself He stands,

A heavenly priesthood His:
In Him the shadows of the law
Are all fulfill'd, and now withdraw.
3 And though awhile He be

Hid from the eyes of men,

His people look to see

Their great High Priest again:
In brightest glory He will come,
And take His waiting people home.

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8s & 6s.
THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend!
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,

And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have err'd and gone astray,
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with Thy pitying arms enfold,
And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darken'd with anguish, guilt and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.

6 When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,

Say Thou hast wash'd them all away;
Oh, say Thou plead'st for me!

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ESUS, my Advocate above,

L. M

of love,

If now for me prevails Thy prayer,
If now I find Thee pleading there,
2 If Thou the secret wish convey,
And sweetly prompt my heart to pray,
Hear, and my weak petitions join,
Almighty Advocate, to Thine.

3 Jesus, my heart's desire obtain;
My earnest suit present, and gain:
My fulness of corruption show;
The knowledge of myself bestow.

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